" Hey Will it's time for dinner!", my dad, Kingsley, called to me. "Coming!" I said. Drawings of Owls, Thestrals, Castles, Insane Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers, and floating candles were spread across the room. I was too excited to eat dinner, but I ate it anyway. If you want to know why, it was my Birthday and I was turning 11 in 1 hour. It was the 25th of October and I was going to go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft And Wizardry this year. I hoped I would be an Auror because that was what my dad had been. Besides, I felt suited for an Auror because I was confident that I would pass my O.W.L.s and all my N.E.W.T.S., too. My dad said, "Will, I know that you are very excited about Hogwarts, but you need to learn about what it means to be a Wizard, too. The first thing you need to know is to never tell a Muggle that you are a Wizard. You will probably learn why in History of Magic". I said, "I know, Dad. I know".